Miserable Thesaurus Novels & Stories

Bits of Cerberus fuzz stuck to his five 'o clock shadow. “I told you not to disturb me,” he said. He sighed, massaging his brow. “You're a handful, maggot- I'll give you that.” He scanned my breasts. “More than a handful, actually. I only hope you're worth my time.” I scoffed in disgust. “Pig.” “Monkey.” “Necrophiliac.” “Ditz.” “Can a ditz ride a pale horse?” “Anytime, worm, if that ditz is you.”

Marcus smirked mysteriously, seeming indifferent and distant as if he had a protective shell around him, "So many people have called me despicable, what difference does one more make?" Despicable? Jessica, your world is too pure. It seems, you still don't know what despicable means. I... have long been sinking and struggling in hell! A lifetime in darkness! Jessica's breath hitched, she was furious. How could this man speak with such indifference and act as if nothing mattered when he cared deeply? She despised this kind of Marcus.

Worthless. Useless. Garbage. Weak. Pathetic. Unlovable. These are words that have been beaten into me, literally sometimes, since I was barely old enough to understand what any of them meant. That last one hurt the most, if I’m being honest. As an orphan who grew up in the system from birth, I know all the statistics. I understand that the older I get, the less my chances of finding a family are, and add to that I’m black, and yeah, cut those odds in half.

Miserable, one word that I can use to describe my daily life. I've been living with my adoptive parents since I was 5 years old. Now that I am 22 years old, I'm still working my ass out to pay for my cost of living since we can't earn from my power. I am a charmer, and I give luck.

And I'll be your memories, your lullaby for all the times hoping my voice could get it right IT'S funny how we know what makes us miserable, yet we continue to live with it. Perhaps, we find our challenges quite amusing or we just don't know how to win them over. Otherwise, why would we love the things that kill us? Pretty much, live for the things that's choking us to death? I kept thinking why I put myself in such a situation that doesn't give me a choice. Well, sometimes it does when I am torn between getting up or getting fired.

She was sitting on the floor playing with her doll, I swallowed the lump in my throat while looking down at her with tears rolling in my eyes. We were sitting in the living room with the April's reports laying on the coffee table, Mr. Thomas was sitting on the opposite couch. "Her vocabulary is extremely weak... she was only taught to say her name... Yes, No, and remaining things were only gestures... they made her respond to only their command... she was not taught to respond to any other person... for her age, she's too weak, Miss Ellis," he said while lowering his head, my eyes moved to his hands, they were fisted in anger.

All I had left was pain and hurt which I knew I deserved for being a gullible stupid cunt. “You aren’t a gullible stupid cunt.” Zoe groaned. She managed to look worse than I did having stayed up most of the night trying to cheer me up. There was no cheering me up. I was a lost cause. “You aren’t a lost cause!” Zoe yelled. It was like my world had been crushed by an extinction level meteorite that had come for once purpose and one purpose only; the total annihilation of everything.that made me happy. I must be the most miserable cunt in the world right now.

Amanda feels very tired already. It has been a month now since her mother was admitted to the hospital. And she needs to juggle three jobs to be able to meet all the needs they needed and pay bills at the same time. But inspite of her struggles,the cash still doesn't add up to the bills that needed to be payed.

Is he a dumb to not understand I'm here to get the payment done. "What! why are you looking at me like that, he asked me to come here. I'm not paying. " "Christ, leave he is a miser I'll pay." The word miser for sure offended him but when I chuckled it irritated him more. "Stop speaking shit.... I'll pay." "See, I know how to make him pay." It was fun. Tiger gave me his card and I got their payment thing done.

every night my spirit is entangled within the fangs of bitterness, my strength ebbs away at the ticking of the time, I am most miserable of all men, even more miserable than the beast of the field, my light has become a great darkness, happiness no longer comes to my dwelling place, I have only taken a place to live, which will definitely be filled up some days when I had made it empty, if I am denied the joy of my life, the only thing that should parch a smile to my face in this vile world of